Outdoor Riches

See what I saw when I put the shade up this morning?  A big round full moon sailing toward the western horizon in the lightening sky.  Seeing it made me go out in the dewy grass to see if I couldn't frame it without getting all of the wires in the shot.  I kind of succeeded.

There was a hummingbird on the feeder when I had my camera in my hand too.  Lucky me!

My nasturtiums are blooming!  Finally.  Lala gave me the seeds the last day of May and I planted them along the back of the garden.  We had such a pathetic, non-growing kind of summer that they're just now strong enough to make flowers.  I like 'em.  I like the grayish green of the leaves, the shape of them too, and I like that the flowers are red-orange, yellow, or red--all my favorite colors.  Ahhh.  Also I'm getting back to using Fat Mum Slim's "Photo a Day" list; today's theme is "orange" so the nasturtium blossom counts.  (see the splash of orange in its throat?)  Score!

The Black-eyed Susans are blooming nicely too.  I hope that eventually they'll thicken up to completely hide that ugly meter thing.  I don't think we're going to have any acorn squash.  Look how tiny this one is, it's about the size of a tennis ball.  Tsk.

I whipped up a version of Sweet & Sour Chicken for supper last night.  I don't think it was exactly what Durwood had in mind since he's not a fan of snow peas (who doesn't like snow peas?  well, Durwood for one) but I think it was, and still is, pretty darned good.  Plus I like the way it looks AND it's a Weight Watchers recipe that I made with what I had on hand.  (it's really a crockpot recipe but the chicken was already cooked and I didn't find the recipe until mid-afternoon anyway, and I knew I didn't have any mango chutney in the larder but I knew I had either mango or peach preserves so I forged ahead, adding extra veggies because who doesn't like extra veggies?)

September 9--Roger Eliot Fry, Gabrielle Soene.  You could see her caving in on herself.  Gabby used to be joyous and laughing but since the fire she had lost her joy.  Even though no one blamed her she knew that it was her fault.  She had been cold.  She had built the fire in the grate and struck the match.  Now she sat on the low hearth chair, singed as it was where the flames had licked up its legs, her arms cradling her guilt to her breast like a newborn babe.

Man, I'm late today, it's nearly time to hit the hay.  But I managed to eventually blog today.  Woohoo!  I mowed the lawn too.  I'm glad to have that done since they're talking about buckets of rain starting tonight and into tomorrow.  I think I might be really glad that my car's in the garage tomorrow morning since Durwood's van is in the fixit shop.  It's very odd to drive into the garage and park.  I'm not used to it, not used to it at all.  Nighty-night.
--Barbara